From my point of view, a book is a literary prescription put up for the benefit of someone who needs it.
S.M. Crothers
Angels falling from the sky
Imagine that imagine that
Nobody's getting out of here alive
No turning back no turning back
Who's going to bail out all our shattered dreams?
And scrape some truth off of these city streets
Move in,
Can't you see she wants you
She has you deep in her eyes
You been wond'rin' why she haunts you
Beauty in the devil's disguise
She can tell you all about it
(Mopreme)
Just 'cause a nigga come in he got style
Don't think I won't flip it
Don't pull your file
But I got enough bullshit to deal with
I'm rollin' with the thugs so
What good is it
for a man to, gain the world.
yet lose his own soul, in the process?
God loves you, yes he does
Said you're alright with him
I wonder
Ô ! ô ! sáng hôm nay trên quê hương tôi,
Quê hương xinh xinh quê hương hữu tình,
Quê hương xinh xinh quê hương hòa bình,
Đường nở hoa trắng, xanh, vàng, tím,
Đẹp làm sao bướm bay chập chờn.
Đàn chim non véo von ngọn tre,
(YarrowStookey)
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry, go to sleep you little baby.
When you wake you shall have all the pretty little horses.
Dapples and greys, pintos and bays, all the pretty little horses.
Way down yonder, in the meadow,
I believe your new girl turned you down
And they say she's pushin' you around
How does it feel, I guess it hurts your pride
Tell me my friend how many nights you've cried
Disaster and disgrace
[Chorus]
I'm so disrespectful,
So so so disrespectful,
I'm so disrespectful,
So so so disrespectful
Away in a manger,
No crib for His bed,
The little Lord Jesus
Lay down his sweet head.
The stars in the sky
Looked down where He lay
